Poet Laureate Contest 6/21 Voting
Jun 11, 2021 20:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Master of Tacos on Jun 11, 2021 20:04:39 GMT -5
Welcome to the June Poet Laureate Contest, with poems centered on resilience. Below are the poems I received. Anyone may vote in this contest, and the poem with the most votes earns its author the title of Poet Laureate! Remember, you still should NOT share the authorship of any entry with anyone but Wille-Harlia until the contest is over. Voting will be open until 12 A.M. GMT on June 18.
Please give the poets their due courtesy and read over all the poems before voting.
Good luck to everyone, and may the best poem win!
Entry #1
Elastic
Crush me
As I cower, defenseless
Shrinking from your wrath
You walk over, senseless
A flower crushed underfoot
Break me
As I am too brittle to bend
Made of stronger stuff than you
Snap the wood on which I depend
A pencil broken in half
Jab me
With your brutal words
Rake me
With your judgmental gaze
Hurt me,
Any way that you can
But beware my elasticity
For I am a rubber band,
made to withstand
Stretch me too far,
and I will sting to scar
Crush me
As I cower, defenseless
Shrinking from your wrath
You walk over, senseless
A flower crushed underfoot
Break me
As I am too brittle to bend
Made of stronger stuff than you
Snap the wood on which I depend
A pencil broken in half
Jab me
With your brutal words
Rake me
With your judgmental gaze
Hurt me,
Any way that you can
But beware my elasticity
For I am a rubber band,
made to withstand
Stretch me too far,
and I will sting to scar
Entry #2
Over the Hills
Over the hills and fields
Onwards, onwards, onwards
Even with no shield
Forever looking upwards
Determination flowing through
Despite tired, tattered, battered
Still, marching through
We will not be shattered
Rain pouring down to the ground
Dark, gloomy, no light to be sighted
Foul, muddy, dirty all around
And so we fight on, united
In the end, once all is done
And the sword lilies have bloomed
At long last we can say we won
Although not without blood, toil, and wounds
Over the hills and fields
Onwards, onwards, onwards
Even with no shield
Forever looking upwards
Determination flowing through
Despite tired, tattered, battered
Still, marching through
We will not be shattered
Rain pouring down to the ground
Dark, gloomy, no light to be sighted
Foul, muddy, dirty all around
And so we fight on, united
In the end, once all is done
And the sword lilies have bloomed
At long last we can say we won
Although not without blood, toil, and wounds